Papa: Won't it be nice when we get to America, where we don't have to worry about cats anymore? There are no cats in America, but back home in Mother Russia...
Mice: (Sigh)
(Song begins)
Papa: Our family was traveling through the snow to Minsk
Suddenly, Papa saw those huge paw prints
When I heard him screaming, I fainted dead away
And I woke up an orphan
Mice: (Gasps)
Papa: Oy vey
Elderly female mouse: (Faints in fear)
Papa: But...
Mice: But...
But there are no cats in America
And the streets are paved with cheese
Oh, there are no cats in America
So set your mind at ease
(Laughing)
(Song temporarily stops)
Italian mouse: Ma la cosa terrible que esiste en la patria mia. (Elderly female mouse wakes back up)
Italian mouse: If you think things were bad in Russia, you should have seen things in my country! (Laughs)
(Song resumes)
Italian mouse: Times were hard in Sicily
We had no provolone
The Don: he was a tabby
With a taste for my brother, Tony
When Mama went to plead for him
The Don said he would see her
We found her rosary on the ground
Mice: (Gasps)
Italian mouse: (Kisses rosary) Poor mama mia!
Elderly mouse: (Faints in fear again)
Italian mouse: But...
Mice: But there are no cats in America
And the streets are paved with cheese
Oh, there are no cats in America
So set your mind at ease
(Laughing)
(Song temporarily stops)
Irish mouse: Sure, that's sad, but sadder still...
(Song resumes)
Irish mouse: When I was but a lad
I lost my true love fair
A calico
He caught us by surprise
In a flash of teeth and fur
Her tail was all he left of her
'Neath the heather
Is where it turra-lurra lies
Mice: (Gasps)
Irish mouse: But...
Mice: But there are no cats in America
And the streets are paved with cheese
Oh, there are no cats in America
(The lyrics "There are no cats in America" are repeated several times)